<div style="background:#fff;border:#bbb dashed 1px;padding:5px"><a href="http://en.citatepedia.ro/comments.php?id=509969" style="color:#000;text-decoration:none"><div style="margin:10px 0"><strong>On Some Rose Leaves Brought From The Vale Of Cashmere</strong></div><div style="margin:10px 0">Faded and pale their beauty, vanished their early bloom,<br>Their folded leaves emit alone a sweet though faint perfume,<br>But, oh! than brightest bud or flower to me are they more dear,<br>They come from that rose-haunted land, the bright Vale of Cashmere. </div><div style="margin:10px 0">Cashmere! a spell is in that name! what dreams its sound awakes<br>Of roses sweet as Eden’s flowers, of minarets and lakes,<br>Of scenes as vaguely, strangely bright as those of fairy land,<br>Springing to life and loveliness ’neath some enchanter’s wand! </div><div style="margin:10px 0">Cashmere! poetic in its name, its clear and brilliant skies<br>That seem to clothe earth, flower and wave in their own lovely dyes;<br>Poetic in its legend lore, and spell more dear than all,<br>Enshrined in poet’s inmost heart, the home of “Nourmahal.” </div><div style="margin:10px 0">Yes, there oft fell her fairy feet, there shone the glances bright,<br>That won for her the glorious name of harem’s queen and light;<br>There, as she wandered ’mid its bowers, her royal love beside,<br>She taught him to forget all else save her, his beauteous, bride. </div><div style="margin:10px 0">Cashmere! what would this heart not give to see thy favored earth,<br>So rich in nature’s peerless gifts, in beauty’s dazzling worth,<br>Rich in a name that in mine ear from childhood’s hour hath rung,<br>The land of which impassioned Moore with such sweet power hath sung. </div><div style="margin:10px 0">Yet, were I there, oh! well I know the time would surely come<br>When my yearning heart would turn again to my far Canadian home,<br>Longing to look once more upon its wintry wastes of snow,<br>And the friends whose hearts throb like mine own, with friendship’s changeless glow.</div><div style="margin:10px 0"><br /></a><br />poem by <a href="http://en.citatepedia.ro/by.php?a=Rosanna+Eleanor+Leprohon">Rosanna Eleanor Leprohon</a><div class=q> <img src="https://www.citatepedia.ro/g/32share.png" style="float:left" alt="Share"> <script type="text/javascript" src="//s7.addthis.com/js/300/addthis_widget.js#pubid=citatepedia" async="async"></script><div style="display:inline-block" class="addthis_sharing_toolbox" data-url="http://en.citatepedia.ro/comments.php?id=509969" data-title="On Some Rose Leaves Brought From The Vale Of Cashmere de Rosanna Eleanor Leprohon" data-description="Faded and pale their beauty, vanished their early bloom, Their folded leaves emit alone a sweet though faint perfume, But, oh! than brightest bud or flower to me are they more dear, They come from that rose-haunted land, the bright Vale of Cashmer..."></div> </div> </div>

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